Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

It was morning. Bipin awoke with Archana, the grandmother beside him. He hadn't truly believed this moment of every morning would be possible, but here they were together. Finally. He rolled onto his side and listened to her breathing, now, his beautiful wife by his side. She slept with her hand curled up near her face and what a beautiful face. This morning, her hair reflected the light differently than it had last night, framing her face and making his chest convulse. He rubbed a strand of her hair between his fingertips. Never would he get tired of touching such a silky texture, matched only by her skin. His cock responded to the thought. His reaction to making love to her confirmed this wasn't only lust or the power of a crush but an emotional bonding. He wanted her in ways that were impossible to outrun the emotional effect. This wasn't a woman he'd expected to find. Sure, he'd wanted her his whole life.

But the real version was a million times better than anything he could have imagined. He wasn't prepared for the door that had opened to him. Or was he? He had no idea what plans she had beyond settling their future. He had some ideas of what he'd like to do, both short-term and long-term, with her. But he had no idea what she would think of them. Now with Arnab Grand paa on the way back, there was bound to be a conflict of interest as he was her husband if she would repent what they were into. Morally, he was feeling guilty to face Arnab grandpa because he was fucking Archana grandma and seriously treating her as his wife. The old lady Archana sighed in her sleep, and Bipin put aside all thoughts. He kissed Archana along her jaw and felt her cheeks move as a smile spread across her lips.

"Good morning. Would you like coffee or tea?" he asked.

"Umm, coffee would be delightful," she moved against him.

He pushed himself up, "I'll be right back. Unless you want to come?"

He cupped her breasts, a perfect fit in his hands, and thumbed her nipples. She moved her hips toward him, and he reached under the covers to turn her so that they lay on their sides, face-to-face. He lifted her leg and swung it over his waist.

Archana, the old lady gasped and giggled, "This feels much better than coffee."

"I'll give you something to laugh at if you're not careful," Bipin said.

"Really? Well, you certainly do a good morning justice, not just a great night," smiled the old lady.

"Baby, I've got a whole calendar open for you," he claimed her hips with his hands.

"Wait, let me first kiss you," Archana reached for his face and kissed him passionately," Let me do this."

Archana was naked, her body draped over his waist as though she belonged to him. He moved between her legs. She took him into her hand and touched her warm lips over the head of his cock. He closed his eyes.

"I think I can improve on good for my morning lollypop. If you're willing?" she said.

"Oh, I'm very willing, "Bipin said and pushed his rigid cock inside her mouth.

Archana kept on sucking his cock. After a while, he withdrew his cock from her mouth. Her eyes were wide and her smile spurred him on. He moved down an inch and then he slipped his cock into her sweet folds. She slid her leg upward, her knee to his chest. He was too amazed at the sensation of entering her to ask about her acrobatics. He glided over her soft tissue and with one thrust seated himself deep within her. A shudder ran along his body and he thrust again, moving his hips in one direction as he brought her body toward him, joining them together.

"Oh, goodness, baby," Bipin gritted his teeth.

Archana's position made everything tighter, hotter. Her pussy wrapped around him, and he groaned aloud when she clenched her inner muscles.

"You're pushing me to the edge," Bipin panted.

She was something, all right. He was already near coming and he'd just started. But he'd promised something better than good, and he was going to see that promise through. He rolled over on his back and carried her with him until she sat atop him. Her hair fell in waves about her shoulders, half-covering her breasts, tempting him with the alluring peek-a-boo it created. He caressed her breasts.

"I'm going to fuck you like I've wanted to for years," Bipin said.

He moved her hips back and forth, and she rose slightly up on her knees and came down on his cock. The sensation was overpowering. He rubbed her clit as she rode him. Archana pressed her palms on his chest, moaning. He took hold of her hips and rocked his hips into his thrusts. Fire blazed through his body. God, it felt unbelievable. Archana arched and threw back her head. She called his name. Softly, sweetly, the same way he'd fantasized.

"Bipin, my dear husband, please," she moaned, "Are you coming? I know I'm about to."

There was no holding back. She was where he needed her and he joined her, cresting upward. He guided her hips up and down again and again while the pleasure built. She shuddered over him, and he knew she'd tilted over into orgasm. Another thrust and he followed her into a powerful climax. Panting, she lay down over his body. Her breasts pressed into his chest. He caressed the round fullness that formed the outer edge of her breasts. He skimmed the sides of her body, her waist was so tiny and then along her hips, with their full curves. He spread his hands out over her ass, round and firm and his. "Superb morning. Extraordinary," She nuzzled her face into his neck, "What are your plans this morning?"

"Nothing, after this, another fuck in afternoon after lunch, "Bipin embraced and kissed her.

Kaberi woke up and couldn't find Mihir beside her and she thought he must be in the kitchen preparing morning tea and coffee for all family members. She sat up, her cheeks glowing from the random fucking from Mihir last night. He was still connected to her.

Mihir suddenly entered opening the door from outside and said, "I thought I was clear on what time I wanted you in the kitchen for morning tea/coffee and breakfast. But you are waking up always late. Kaberi, now, you need to be taught a lesson for not listening to your husband. Come here and get on your knees."

Kaberi did as she was told, happily.

"Lift your nighty over your fat ass," he instructed in that tone.

Before Kaberi knew it, without warning, "Smack! Smack! Smack!" with such force and speed, he spanked her ass. The pain felt so good! Kaberi couldn't control herself as she was squirming, trying to rub her swollen clit on his leg.

"What the fuck are you doing bitch? Get your ass off of me! Look at my fucking cock! The head of my cock is still smeared with last night's cum while fucking you and is already dried up and Who is going to clean this shit?" Mihir said in an angry tone.

"You old bitch, you deserve tight slaps, "Mihir said and came forward to her, lifted her face.

He slapped her face 3 or 4 times so tightly that his hand had imprint images on the side of her two white cheeks and become reddened and Kaberi felt a burning sensation on her two cheeks and she couldn't control herself. The grand lady of a rich family started to cry like a disobedient kid getting a punishment, tears rolled down from both of her eyes.

"I am so sorry, my dear husband, I will clean it up for you. Here let me go clean them for you," she said in her sobbing voice.

Mihir grabbed her by her hair, pushed her to the floor, and said, "You need to lick it now before I fuck you again now."

Kaberi looked up at him and then slowly stuck her tongue out to clean his dick. When he was pleased with her work, he pulled out his rigid cock and rubbed it between her soft lips.

"Open up," he said sternly.

"Yes, my dear husband," she said in an obedient voice.

Kaberi took him deep into her throat willingly. Not that she would have a choice in the matter. Before long he was jerking her head back and forth on his long dick. He let out a few moans of pleasure in the process while through his teeth telling her to take his cock. Kaberi was pleased to have her jaws so stressed by his manhood. She loved sucking.

"Okay enough of that. Get your ass up and bend over the bed with your face down in the sheets, "Mihir ordered.

"Yes," Kaberi was cut off by his roughness in shoving himself in her!

He pounded her tight pussy with so much force and strength She couldn't control herself. She was screaming and moaning so loud that her neighbor Archana could probably hear her clearly. His cock was so delightful fulfilling. He reached around to pull on her nibbles as Kaberi clung to the sheets for dear life! She slowly brought her hand down to rub her clit a little and soon enough she was cumming all over his big dick.

"Ahhhh ahhhhh ohhh!" Kaberi moaned.

"I am sorry if it hurts baby but I have waited from the morning for this and I need to take this pussy now!" said Mihir.

"Ohh...oh! She grunted, "I am not moaning because it hurts. I am moaning because your dick feels good stretching my pussy!"

"Ohh, I see!" he said as he looked down to find her white fluids on his tanned cock, "You came all over it! You little slut. You are so hot for cock, aren't you? Well, good, because you are going to be getting fucked a lot while you are staying with me as my wife."

"Ohh God yes! Please give it to me! Pound my pussy with your big cock! Yesss!" she yelled before one orgasm as he spun her around.

"Ohh yes, baby! Here it comes! Take it down your throat honey! Drink it all up and don't spill a drop!" then he filled her mouth with his seed as she tried to swallow all of it.

It was so thick she almost gagged but she swallowed it. She didn't want to disappoint him. In a second, he was hard again. Granite.

"This is not an end. I want you inside your pussy," Mihir slipped from inside her.

No time to waste. He had her in his bed and he wanted to make love to her again. He pushed her onto her side and then onto her back. He opened her legs, wide for his body to fit between, and with one single thrust, pushed back inside her. He stretched up her arms and kissed her mouth. At first, he brushed his lips lightly over her mouth and face, along her jaw, and down her neck. He didn't stop until she began to wriggle. He released her arms. She groaned and bumped her hips, almost demanding he touch her, take her. She threaded his hair between her fingers and tugged. He ignored her. He played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled her nipples into hard peaks between his fingers while he nibbled her ear. Her groans grew louder, her hips moved insistently, and he reclaimed her hands. He moved his mouth up and down her neck, stopping every now than to suckle a point, holding his cock still within her body. And it took every ounce of concentration considering he was fully erect and each of her movements released a spasm of pleasure that demanded an equal and opposite reaction.

"I can't take another second. You must. You can't hold back any longer," Kaberi was desperate.

He feigned innocence, "What do you mean? Oh, yes. Coffee. I'll be right back."

"No, you're not going anywhere. You know what I want," her eyes were bright and wild.

She widened her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and there was no place to go but deep inside. He bent his head and kissed her. Not letting go of her arms, he arched back and moved his hips against her mound.

"Baby, like this?" Mihir plunged into her and then moved back, using his knees to leverage his body, almost coming out of her narrow sheath, before thrusting back into her.

Kaberi closed her eyes, "Yes. Do it again. Again, Mihir, my dear husband, again."

Mihir let go of her arms and she wrapped them around him. He came up onto his elbows, moving with her legs around his waist. He took his time exploring her body, which made her gasp or moans. He moved into her and rocked his hips back, enjoying the friction created. He came back into her and repeated this rhythm. She joined in, her body moving, her arms entwined around his neck, her body sliding against his belly and chest, her breasts pressed against him and then released. He drove into her, lifting so that his cock rubbed against her clit before slamming into her. Her breath was fast and he prayed she was near orgasm. He thrust again, deep, so deep his headboard thudded against the wall. She whimpered and clutched at him. He was near to calling out, his breath burned in his chest. He kept diving into her body, pumping his cock faster and faster while the headboard echoed his rhythm. She increased her movements, and then he was unable to stop himself. Her voice lifted into a yell. His name came from her lips, giving him leave, and he let go. His body erupted; he came with such force into her. His voice rang out hoarsely, shouting her name. Their voices harmonized into a passionate wail of triumph. Never had he experienced this type of lovemaking.

He settled against her. Their breathing was short and rapid, their bodies covered in perspiration. Their arms and legs were tangled together. There were absolutely no words to express this experience. None that he knew. Her heartbeat tapped against his chest. He held her there until their breaths returned to normal. Time passed. He opened his eyes, realizing they'd both fallen asleep for few minutes. She lay in his arms, warm and soft, and he never wanted to let her go. Never. He gazed at her sleeping face. He loved her. He was deeply in love with her. The thought tore at him. She moved in his arms, and he squeezed her. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to feel her against him, so close a beam of light couldn't find space to move between them. Kaberi's eyelids fluttered.

He kissed her cheek, "I owe you coffee," he further embraced her, "Oh, I think for what you've done, you could easily demand coffee and breakfast in bed. And I'd not be one to argue either."

Kaberi traced some imaginary shape on his chest. She moved her finger in a circular pattern and then changed course.

"Are you hurt with my tight slaps, my dear wife? I always advise you to obey me. Shall I make you breakfast in bed or just coffee?" asked Bipin.

"What time is it?" asked Kaberi.

"It is only 6.30 A.M and not a single member of the family is awoken but I have to prepare tea, coffee, and breakfast for all," Mihir said.

"If you wish, you can assist me," said Mihir.

"No, my dear husband, your wish is my will, I will assist you after returning from the bathroom," she smiled at Mihir with an obligation.

Both the elders were ready to go for the bank of the river and were waiting for their daughters-in-law. All of them would go to the point near the end of the village where the river was flowing and from there, they would separate themselves going in the opposite direction to each other.

"Bhaskar, have you brought that thing which Thumpu, the Shaman had given you during the tribal festival?" asked Arnab.

Bhaskar picked out two wild herbs from his pocket and handed over one of them to Arnab and said, "One is for each. Today is your date but be careful and ensure that neither of our daughters-in-law should get the slightest hint of this affair."

Those two herbs collected from Shamon were powerful birth control herbs used by tribes to prevent unnecessary pregnancies. Before coupling, a female would chew the herb for some time and swallow the saliva then if at all the sperm of a male would be ejaculated inside her she could not be pregnant. This method would be adopted by the male tribes in their routine affairs with other women of the tribes. As per law of the jungle, any tribal male could have sex with any tribal female irrespective of he or she is unmarried or married provided the female counterpart would not get pregnant. If the female would get pregnant then she would be bound to marry the person responsible for her pregnancy. The second most important factor was that if the village chief would get the slightest proof of any affairs of any couples, then he had the power to summon them and get them married immediately. This was the law of the jungle.

Most of the tribal women of these two villages were fascinated by the white skin of Arnab and Bhaskar and they were not only attracted towards these two old men but had also soft corners and sexual attraction towards these men from the city. From the years, Arnab and Bhaskar had been fucking most of the tribal women from two villages because both of them were sexually virile and they would fuck them in different postures to which the tribal males had no exposure. The tribal women would get maximum sexual satisfaction from these two elderly gentlemen. These two elderly gentlemen would fix the day secretly with the women whom they desired to fuck and tell them to come to that secret place, preferably at bachelors' huts/community huts or bushy areas near the bank of the river and near stream. Of course, it was a secret affair and the women of tribes would neither discuss these affairs among themselves nor divulge any information to anybody.

For years it had been continuing like this and none of the male tribes nor the village chief had any knowledge of these secret affairs of Arnab and Bhaskar. Both the elderly men had not only completed fucking mothers of the families of two villages, but they had fucked their daughters and now they had been fucking the third generation of granddaughters, the virgin girls who were of the same age groups as their granddaughters Bipasha and Arpita. They would lure the tribal women with various gifts like clothes and sweets. The tribal women would always prefer tasty and sweet chocolates brought out by these two elderly men from the city. The most peculiar thing was that these tribal women would always influence and convince their daughters and granddaughters to be fucked by these two elderly men and sometimes, they would accompany their daughters or granddaughters to the fixed secret place so that these elderly men could fuck them and they would stand guard near them for any imminent danger of discovery.

On the previous day, Arnab had fixed a date with a virgin tribal girl named Sankiri, who was a black virgin teen of 18 years. Arnab talked with her mother and the mother had convinced her daughter that Sahib (All the tribes would address Bhaskar and Arnab as Sahib respectfully) would teach her everything about sex which would be beneficial for her future conjugal life after marriage. Today was the day fixed for Arnab. Everything was fixed and planned. Arnab had planned that he would keep Madhu, the daughter-in-law busy in the water of the river for collecting stones and he would leave from there with some pleas to fuck the tribal teen.

Then they saw the two daughters-in-law, Ashmita and Madhu were approaching them. Both the daughters-in-law wore Denim shorts and thick cotton sleeveless tops. Both of them preferred these dresses because they would swim and dive in the water of the river. Since their fathers-in-law would be in front of them, they were very careful not to expose anything through their dresses. The denim shorts despite being drenched in water would not show the outlines of their panties. Similarly, the thick cotton sleeveless tops would not expose the straps and cups of their bras despite being drenched in water. But the only problem was their thick fleshy white legs protruded from their shorts and they were looking like hot girls from Hollywood movies.

Ashmita said, "Madhu, everything is ok but the only problem is that we both shouldn't have these sleeveless tops."

"Why? What's the problem?" asked Madhu.

"Don't you see? we both have a bunch of hairs under our armpits. We should have these either trimmed or shaved off" said Ashmita.

Madhu smiled and said, "Our fathers-in-law would never mind because they know we have hairs everywhere as we are grown-up women."

"Papa, we are ready. Should we move," said Madhu.

"Wait, have you both checked up your backpacks? I mean have you taken drinking water bottles, Biscuits, Thermos flasks of coffee, and emergency medical kits?" asked Bhaskar.

"Yes, Papa, everything is alright," replied the two daughters-in-law in one voice.

At the end of the two villages, near the bank of the river, the two groups moved in their direction.

The river was flowing proudly through the valley. It was a surging force as it was going through rocky rapids. Then all of a sudden, the river became so wide and tranquil the very moment it found space. Above the banks,20 to 25 feet in height from the banks, Madhu could see some mud huts, which were Bachelor's huts near reeds, as well as dense trees and forests that were interspersed with huge prehistoric banyan trees, with branches that look like roots. During the day, the sun was a burning yellow fire, and everything wilted under it.

Suddenly, Arnab signaled her to stop, "Shhhhhhhhhhh."

She stopped behind him. A nervous buck came dancing to the river. Then came smaller dark brown impala with short spiked horns, tiny brown duiker. They carefully approached followed by others. Sometimes they would stop to be sure that no predators were nearby. They dipped their heads gracefully to drink. Some of them would suddenly jump and run towards the jungle. Madhu could see Fish splashing around squirting water over themselves.

"Papa, it is so fascinating here," Madhu exclaimed with joy.

"You will witness a lot of things on the banks of the river," said Arnab smilingly.

The banks were clothed with dense jungle and the hills beyond with thorn-bush, however, the surface gradually rising into long undulating tracts; rice lands and swamps giving way to a region of the low thorny jungle or forest trees; the Bachelor's huts become smaller and more scattered, and nearly disappear altogether in the wild forests along the west side of the river. From where they were standing, the river cut its way southwards for two degrees through a lonely jungle country among receding hills of low elevation. The dense bush or jungle of evergreen trees, climbers, and flowering shrubs covered the greater part of the river belt. The greater part of the country was covered either with tall coarse grasses, or more commonly with thick thorn-bush or jungle, among which rose occasional isolated trees. high, and thickets of Tamarisk (an old-World shrub or small tree with tiny scale-like leaves borne on slender branches, giving it a feathery appearance) along the river beds, and on either side the jungle was high and more luxuriant than on the open plateau. The country in the vicinity of the large rivers was flat, and impenetrable from the dense tangled jungle, except for some very low-lying tracts which were either permanent marshes or were covered with water during the rains.

"Arnab papa, let us climb up to the top. I want to see what a Bachler's hut looks like!" said Madhu pointing to the hut above.

This was the destined place, Arnab fixed for his fucking so he was hesitant and said, "Madhu, nobody is there, I think now it is abandoned."

"So, what? Arnab papa, just I want to see inside, "Madhu requested him.

"Ok," said Arnab and led her.

It was clear and cool inside the small hut in the middle of a possessed jungle. There was a leafy bed, a folded cloth on it, and an earthen pot for preserving drinking water in the corner of the hut. Madhu felt her sixth sense that someone else was there so, she looked around once more.

"No one is around then why a cloth is on the bed?" asked Madhu.

"In every Bachelors' huts, you will find these things for the emergency usages," explained Arnab.

They again climbed down to the riverbank, and Arnab said, "Madhu, let us start our work. Let us start from the sandy shore of the river, removing the heap of small pebbles and rocks. All the valuable stones could be lying hidden under or among these ordinary pebbles and rocks."

Both of them bent down and started upturning and removing the pebbles. Madhu was searching behind a big rock around 30 feet distant from Arnab papa and she was hidden from him. She couldn't see him behind that big rock so she just peeped at him and found her old father-in-law was busy with his work. After some time, she heard a rustle above, crunching of dry leaves under somebody's feet. Then Madhu saw her, a beautiful young tribal teen who must be under the age group of her daughter Bipasha and she looked so innocent. The teen was signaling somebody with her two hands as if to inviting to come near her above. Out of curiosity, she peeped behind the rock and found Arnab papa was also signaling that tribal teen to wait for some time.

Then she heard his voice, "Madhu, where are you?"

Madhu saw the tribal teen hid near the bushes of the hut. She came out behind the rock and said, "Yes papa, what do you want?"

"Madhu, I just remembered, I have to collect some important herbs from the jungle above. I will be back within an hour. I am just near you, above the bank. If you need me, just call me loudly and I will climb down immediately," said Arnab.

"Don't worry Papa! Now, I am engaged in the collection of stones. If you want to collect those herbs, you can go and return comfortably after collecting them same. I am here only and not moving anywhere else," said Madhu smilingly.

Madhu could see her Arnab papa passed through the hut and moved towards the bushes where the tribal teen was hiding. She didn't think any bad about Arnab papa but his action seemed to be mysterious to her. Madhu thought some secrecy was going on between the tribal teen and her father-in-law. Out of curiosity, she wanted to discover the facts. She thought she could no longer follow him in the path he went otherwise he could see her or he could know. But she knew the direction he went by, then she saw a creek entered into the river ahead. Near the creek, she could see a small path going upwards along with the bank of the river. She ran along the creek and then the riverbank above it started rising so she was ten, fifteen feet above the creek. Then the bank was interrupted by a fallen tree, about six feet high, and she had to run over the tree. On the banks of the creek, near the fallen tree, on the dirt and in the weeds, and on the branches of the rough grey trees were the squirrels jumping here and there. She climbed above in that narrow path and reached near the place where her father-in-law had moved.

It was the edge of the river. There was a small path by the edge of the river that led into some dense bushes nearby; it looked intriguing. Madhu followed the path through some trees until it came out along a hidden ledge near the cliff. There was a sheer drop, with trees and rocks on either side and then, right at the bottom, the river with stones around it.

Madhu knew they weren't far behind her and as she approached the small cliff edge, must be 15 feet above the water of the river. She decided to hide behind a tree to watch them. What she did not know was that the edge was exposed, without any sort of fence, and one false step behind means she would fall into the river below.

Then she could see them. Sankiri was sitting on the grassy mound under the shades of trees when she saw Arnab approaching her. He came and sat beside her. Both were sitting on a small grassy earth mound surrounded by hedges, shrubs, and small plants, quite hidden from outside. She decided to go closer to them, now she could see them clearly, they were conversing something but she couldn't understand the language as Arnab papa was conversing with the teen in the tribal language. It was a place just behind the hut, surrounded by bushes and hedges, a cool place under the shades of small trees. There were a lot of vines and flowers all around there.

"It's a beautiful place and nobody could see us," said Sankiri.

Both of them could smell the fragrance of violets and lilies. There, Sankiri was finding comfort to hide her hot face in the cool leaves and grass after walking away from a long distance from her village. What a joy it was to lose herself in that garden of flowers. She was touching upon the beautiful vines. Here, also, were trailing clematis, drooping jessamine, and some rare sweet flowers called butterfly lilies which were not available in her village, because their fragile petals resembled butterflies' wings. Sankiri was touching these flowers which were hanging in long festoons from trees above, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, most probably they were washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, then Sankiri could recognize the odor of the mimosa blossoms, quivering in the warm sunshine, its blossom-laden branches almost touching the long grass. Was there ever anything so exquisitely beautiful in the world before! Its delicate blossoms shrank from the slightest earthly touch; it seemed as if a tree of paradise had been transplanted to earth.

Arnab, the old man was watching her intently and he also became very romantic with the company of this virgin tribal teen. Yes, there it was, Arnab made his way through a shower of petals to the great trunk and for one minute stood irresolute; then, putting his foot in the broad space between the forked branches, he pulled himself up into the tree. He had some difficulty in holding on, for the branches were very large and the bark hurt his hands. Although he had a delicious sense that he was doing something unusual and wonderful so he kept on climbing and plucked the biggest and beautiful flower from the branch and climbed down again. He presented the flower to Sankiri and kissed her on the cheeks. Sankiri was very much impressed with his behavior, smiled upon him, and accepted the flower.

Madhu had just reached near them and from her hidden place, she was surprised with the behavior of Arnab papa. She wondered, was it a fatherly affection towards the teen or a lover's kiss? Arnab put his arm around her shoulder and bestowed his most endearing smile. She was elegant and quite beautiful in an unusual sort of way. As he sat, he couldn't help but admire her long black hair. Madhu could see she was almost facing him but not too open as she was very shy. To her left, a flowering tree was in bloom and the white flowers had fallen on the grass in what seemed like a circular pattern. The smell was intoxicating and she drank in its fragrance. From the corner of his eye, Arnab could see that Sankiri kept looking at him, and each time he'd look her way she'd quickly move her face downwards. Arnab couldn't tell whether she was shy or nervous or both. Arnab turned around to see the beautiful black teen in her early eighteen, a pure virgin.

"Have your mother explained everything to you? Do you know what we have to do?" he asked.

Sankiri nodded her head and said, "But, I have no idea. This would be my first time."

He shook his head, "It's just so quiet and lonely around here, and I could teach you and train you perfectly so that in the future after your marriage, you could do this perfectly with your husband. And from your looks, I am sure, you could do it with perfection."

Sankiri nodded, "And you want me to do what, exactly?"

Arnab stared at her. Something was different. Yes, her small face was very pretty, the pointy nose he knew well, the natural thin eyebrows in their place, but something was different, as her small round boobs were ogling from sides of her one-piece cloth wrapped from neck to her knees without anything beneath the cloth. He looked more closely at her, then suddenly he embraced her tightly and she turned away so quickly that her body jerked and the flower fell to the ground. As she bent down to pick up the flower, Arnab stood and looked down at her. Again, her two small round breasts were exposed before his eyes. His cock began to stir again in his pants as she looked at her. She smiled at him again and then her glance cast upon the big bulge forming inside his pant.

'It's a bit of a shock the first time, I have never experienced such close male touch," Sankiri said.

Her wide smile twisted the side of her cheek. Arnab picked out two Cadbury chocolates from his pocket and gave those to her. Without any delay, she unwrapped the covers and started to bite those. It was a rare taste for a teen of the jungle and she was very happy and smiled at him again. Madhu found Arnab Papa very funny the way he was cajoling the black teen.

"I see you have that thing arising inside you, it is swelling up gradually" Sankiri giggled pointing out his erected cock inside his pants, "Can I see it now? Nobody will bother us now."

"But I also want to see your thing," Arnab replied with a smile.

"Please Sahib, I want to see what it looks like," she begged, "I'll take my cloth off too."

Before Arnab could give her an answer, she had shed her one-piece cloth from her upper portion of the body which now struck into her waist. Arnab stepped forward and took hold of the end of her one-piece cloth which was tucked in her waist. He started to untuck it and pulled upon it. She raised her arms and he carefully tugged it up past her breasts and off over her head and tossed it onto a corner of the grass field near the mound and now she was completely naked before him. Sankiri shook her hair back into place, making her small but shapely breasts sway and bounce, and making Arnab almost drool at the sight. Then Arnab looked above and he could see her round small breasts with her puffy little nipples. The small encircled black areolas around the puffy nipples were looking magnificent. He whispered to her how beautiful they were.

Arnab now had an unobstructed view of her hairy teen pussy. His mouth went dry as he stared at it. Sankiri finally broke his trance by saying she wanted to see his cock now. Arnab slowly undid his belt, unsnapped his pants, and let them fall down his legs. He stepped out of them standing before her in his boxers. Sankiri's eyes were on his crotch waiting for him to drop his underwear. Arnab asked her if she was sure she wanted to see it. She nodded her head telling him to hurry up. Arnab pulled his boxers down quickly allowing his hard cock to spring free and bounce up and down.

"Ohhh... Sahib, it's so pretty but it is very big. Can I touch it please?" said Sankiri.

Ohhh...my God, it was a giant, an enormous cock, Madhu's heartbeat increased, she had never seen such a big cock in her life. It was bigger than her husband Dipankar, even bigger than Ramu. She never had an idea that an old man like Arnab papa had such a giant cock which must be around 10 inches and the surprising fact was it was much thicker than others around 2 to 3 inches in width. Sankiri turned around so that she was sitting on the edge of a grassy mound of earth with his cock pointing right at her. She slowly reached out taking it in her small hand. She moved it along his shaft feeling every inch of it.

"Ohh, it's so hard and very big but the top is soft" she whispered almost to herself.

"Are you nervous?" he asked her, "It's perfectly normal to be a bit tense."

"I am a little one, wondering what it'll feel like. But how can such a big thing go inside my small hole? I hope it doesn't hurt," asked Sankiri.

"As I said, it will, but just a little bit and just for a little while. But if you're nervous, I know how to help you relax," said Arnab.

"How?" Sankiri asked.

"If I lick your pussy till you climax, it'll relax you a lot. And if you're good and relaxed, it won't hurt at all," he said.

"What is the climax?" asked Sankiri.

It was unfortunate that this teen had never tried for masturbation nor had any idea of masturbation, she only had some vague idea of fucking as she heard about it from her mother and some friends that inserting a male's cock inside the pussy of a female.

"A juice will come out inside from your pussy and you will feel the greater pleasure as if you are flying in the sky," explained Arnab.

In fact, Arnab was trying to explain everything to this teen in tribal language about sex and the pleasure derived out from sex which Madhu couldn't understand a bit.

"Would you be willing to do that for me too?" asked Arnab.

"I'll be glad to. I mean, I'll really enjoy doing it," replied Sankiri.

"What do we do first?" she asked eagerly.

Then Arnab went nearby shrubs and collected the heap of soft leaves. Sankiri lay supine on the grassy earth, her head nestled in the pillow of soft leaves, and waited to be prepared for her experimentation in sex. He knelt beside her and gently cupped her nearest breast in his hand giving it a gentle squeeze. He heard Sankiri gasp as he pulled and tweaked her little nipples. He reached out taking one of her small nipples between his fingers pulling and twisting it gently. It was firm, with warm, smooth skin, and felt good in his hand, but her nipple felt better to his tongue when he leaned forward and started licking it. That made her groan out and beg him to do more. He bent down taking the tiny tit in his mouth sucking gently on it and licking her nipple. He switched to the other little puffy tit giving it the same attention. It felt good to Sankiri too, and she began cooing happily, especially when the man pleasuring her started dividing his attentions between the two sweet, pink nubbins.

"Mmmm, Sahib, that feels really good," she murmured, and the squirming of her body emphasized what she said.

"It feels good to me too," he replied but, after that, his mouth was too busy with more enjoyable activities for him to do any more talking.

The sensations became even better when Arnab drew one of her very sensitive breasts into his mouth and started sucking, while his tongue continued caressing her nipple and areola. Once again, he alternated between the lovely globes. She felt a connection established between them and her clit, and Sankiri knew her pussy was starting to produce the fragrant juices she knew would entice him to lick her lower on her body. He smelled the delightful aroma too, and Arnab smiled to himself at how the girl was so responsive and what a great time she was having, which gave him a great time too. He began licking and nuzzling and kissing his way down her slim body, starting with the musky channel between the succulent twins which had felt so great in his mouth. That was exactly what Sankiri wanted too, and she pushed gently on his shoulders to propel him more quickly to his goal

Arnab reached out placing his hand over her pussy. She smiled at him when she felt his hand on her cunt. She spread her legs a little wider giving him more room to feel. Arnab raised his head and grinned at the delectable aroma and the spreading stain in the crotch. He slid off from near her and quickly got back on at the foot, walked on his knees until he was between Sankiri's legs. She raised her legs and, when he ducked under, let them rest on his shoulders. Arnab wrapped his arms around the thighs framing his face and leaned in more closely, leaving his face inches from the beautiful pussy his tongue was about to start sharing pleasure with.

And, it was truly a thing of beauty. She had a small crack between her vulva. In her mons pubis, scattered silken black hairs had sprouted up and from there another line of hair had stretched downwards in the sides of her vulva, her sparse pubic hair, the same pretty dark black shade as that on her head, did nothing to hide her dark brown skin like polished Sheesham wood (A kind of Indian rosewood tree whose wood is black) between her two legs. Arnab saw how, from her arousal, her swollen inner lips were blossoming through her slit and, when he gently spread the edges, he was treated to a great fragrant cloud that arose from the pinkness. The smell was something that he would never forget in a million years. The smell of youth, purity, and excitement all rolled into one wonderful aroma. He inhaled deeply bringing her scent into his lungs. His cock twitched with each whiff of her scent he got. Arnab kissed her pussy mound all over again. He kissed each side of her cunt cracks making her squirm on the grassy earth.​